He had been teaching for almost twenty years. It helped that he started right out of college himself so while he wasn't the young man he was hanging out with his students in the beginning, Professor D was by no means old. He still worked out in the school gym, still found the male students giving him fist bumps and sometimes he even caught the occasional female student eyeing him during class.
Female students could be trouble for male professors if the instructors thought with their genitals instead of being teachers. A student was a student to Professor D and while he was not blind, he never considered any type of romantic relationship with someone he was teaching.
It was wrong ethically, wrong by college rules and just personally, that was not who Professor D was.
But that was until Ariana walked into his class.
Saying she was an attractive student was understatement of the year. It was like saying a blistering 100-degree day in hot humid Florida is "warm." Professor D had attractive female students before. Some were cute. Some were sweet. But none were like Ariana. He had taught girls but Ms. Gray was somewhere between woman, goddess and succubus.
As Professor D headed to the teachers' lounge for his break, he replayed the image of Ariana Gray in his mind.
Her skin was caramel colored. There was no doubt that to lick her anywhere would taste sweet. She had shoulder length dark brown hair that flowed like a damn fantasy with every turn of her head. Ariana had a perfect near oval face with large eyes that D worried caught him staring at her. Her lips were full and whispered on their own that she could put them to use wrapping gently around the head of his cock. As if the allure and beauty of her face was not enough, there was Ariana's body.
She was tall and a heart-stopping blend of lean and curved. Professor D had overheard her talking with friends once about how she played hockey and other sports so it was very clear why she was so toned and strong. She had long legs that held up (what Professor D shamefully called to himself) "a big juicy ass." Sometimes her skirts were too short and when she would bend over to pick up her book bag, the instructor could see the peek of her panties or her thong. The view always almost seemed to be just for him as if she knew exactly where to point that "big juicy ass" and not as a show for the males and some females in class.
Professor D shook his head free of the Ariana Gray cobwebs as he took the stairs to the lounge. It had been a long day and a cup of coffee sounded like a fantasy come true -- especially if they had milk in the refrigerator. Milk -- just thinking the word made him think of Ms. Gray's other otherworldly assets -- her breasts.
He did not know if they were enhanced or real -- they were perfect in the way they jiggled with her laugh at his jokes and how they bounced when she took steps towards him. The instructor just knew that they were (as another instructor had put it) "fucking big as hell." Professor D himself did not engage in discussing his female students in such a way but Ariana brought out something in him that had hidden without his knowledge. Looking at her large, rounded breasts made him sometimes lose his place during lecture. She wore revealing tops and the young woman seemed to have no working knowledge of buttons or zippers. The bulge of her (once again, a Professor D secret thought) "big ass titties" were a show stopper. How she played sports was both a mystery and something the instructor wished he had seen.
He wondered if she exposed that big ass and those big ass titties just for him.
So many of the Professor D's fellow instructors would gather in the lounge and talk about Ms. Ariana Gray. They always told him how lucky he was. Even the most reserved of his male colleagues would ramble about their fantasies. And there would be no discussion about taking her to dinner or seeing a movie with the comely young student. No, these conversations were like knuckle-dragging cavemen dripping musk in heat and howling to taste flesh. They wondered aloud about how she fucked. They debated what position would be best -- bending the "hot big juicy ass student" over their desk and "shoving their dicks into her pussy" while they lectured or whether it would be better to stare into her big eyes while mounting her missionary and watching her "big ass titties" shake loose from one of her ridiculously low cut tops.
Collectively, they insulted the boy they all knew she was dating. And while he, like Ariana was of legal age, no one could see him as more than a boy, not a man. And there was something to his demeanor and how the sexpot student treated her boyfriend that said she did not see him as a man either.
The other instructors told Professor D, every time, how lucky he was. They all saw how Ariana would smile in the hallways and make extra effort to say how to her "Mr. D." They all swore that the woman added extra bounce and jiggle when she saw her favorite professor. She wasn't just sexy but she was highly intelligent, getting 100's on all her exams and she was very personable, approachable and genuinely nice.
And she was terribly sexy and that fact ran in the instructor's mind all day and especially at night.
Professor D always shook off his horny colleagues' discussions about his student. He was professional and above board at all times. But deep down inside, there was no one on campus that wanted Ariana Gray as much as he did.
There was no other way to put it -- Professor D wanted to fuck Ariana Gray hard. And while the raw phrases seemed primal and unsophisticated in his mind, this was what she did to him. He lost himself when he looked at her cinnamon skin or her large doe eyes. His heard pounded when he stared at those thick strong legs that led up to her female warmth and wetness. His mind clouded when he followed the path from her full lips down her strong body to her melon tits.
Once again, the man shook his head clear. The door to the lounge clicked and opened as the instructor entered.
And he found Ariana Gray waiting for him alone in the lounge.
The professor stopped in his tracks and felt immediately in trouble.
She gasped and then immediately smiled. "Oh hey Mr. D!"
Her clothing was impossible for him to wrap his mind around. A green cheerleader skit flared around her legs and just barely covered her rear. Professor D thought "rear" but immediately thought about her "big juicy ass." She had those hoop earrings that always accentuated her long, wanting neck. Worst of all, she wore a white sweater that clearly was meant to be paired with a tank top. However, Ariana had decided the skin-tight sweater was best worn by itself. Her triple D sized breasts were spilling out from the window of cleavage. Professor D had once been with a woman who was almost as big as Ariana. His mind raced back to memories of sucking nipples and running his cock between mounds until spilling himself onto comely necks.
He blinked quickly, trying to focus and return to academics and not the cry of his dick.
The young woman smiled and shrunk a bit as she leaned against a table. "I know I'm not supposed to be in the teacher's lounge but I knew you would be taking a break---"
How they hell did she know this? Damn, he remembered, he posted his schedule per school policy and apparently Ms. Gray had followed it.
She looked vulnerable and needing. A question appeared on her face.
"But I needed someone to talk to." Professor D did everything he could to keep looking her in the eyes. But she didn't make it easy. She continued to flip her hair, revealing the massive dip in her tight white sweater.
"Um, so I know that this is kinda personal but I'm having a really hard time with my boyfriend. I mean we broke up and we just.... I feel like he is just such a boy and I'm so mature for my age." Professor D listened and tried hard not to eye fuck the comely young student. Her skin looked like caramel. Her lips were full and those breasts.
"I'm getting ready to be a sophomore in college and I feel like I need a man." What the hell was she talking about? Every training the school had put Professor D and other instructors through came back to him. He needed to get this girl out of this lounge immediately. It would not look good if someone came in.
But he did nothing to change the situation. Her eyes drew him in. Her voice stroked him off. He could feel the blood rushing to his cock.
"You're so good with your students! Everyone thinks you're so cool and you're just so easy to talk to and you know there's just no one else I wanted to talk to. So, I hope I'm no imposing."
He said her name. Even before he knew it, he was talking to her about her problems and how they should talk somewhere else. "Oh, so we're on a first name basis. Are you flirting with me?" She tugged slightly on the cut in her sweater. Her large full breasts, no, her big titties jiggled with her moves.
